31 July 1987
His birthday again.
He was seven now. And utterly miserable.
He had tried to run away so many times, but he always ended up back here somehow.
Of course he had gotten beaten up for disappearing for whole days.
His dreams had gotten better since the last year. He could remember almost everything from his childhood now. All his family. All the family friends.
And his friends. It was weird but he missed his friends. Even though he was only one year old at the time.
But he wanted Neville and Draco. And his parents. And his grandparents. his aunt minnie even. Even though he barely knows or remembers them. He just wanted someone, anyone, to take him away from here.
At this point, he would even welcome a kidnapper if he would just take him away from here.
He woke up at dawn, slaved away all day (sometimes even night) and twice a week, Vernon used him as his plaything. Yes, he had been raped at the mere age of six.
Harry was miserable and he was murderous.
He was tired of this family. Yet he was stuck here.
Because for whatever fucking reason, he just couldn't leave!
And he cursed is luck everyday for this. He prayed more than ever these days. But it was of no use.
If god hadn't helped him till now, well he didn't think he was going to be rescued any time soon. He had the worst luck and he honestly hated humans at this point.
Only one person was good to him.
And that was their neighbor, Mrs. Figg. On Dudley's birthday, she babysat him so the Dursleys could go out and she was very nice to him for some reason.
She fed him really really well, let him watch television and play video games too. She even played other types of games with him. And for that one day, everything was okay.
But Dudley's birthday had passed and harry was miserable again.
He was in his cupboard and he knew he would again get used today. It was one of those days.
He was right. Vernon did abuse him. He was also beaten very badly.
He prayed once again before he went to sleep, still thinking that they would go unanswered.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
*Riddle manor*
Voldemort had called an emergency meeting of the whole family.
He had finally been able to trace his grandson. But what he had felt had shaken him to the core.
He knew he would only be able to trace him once he turned seven, because even though he had placed the most effective tracking spell he could on harry without harming the baby, it came into effect only when the child turned 7, the most magically powerful no. he had been trying other methods to locate him but it was of no use.
He had located harry now though, and one of the perks of the spell was that you could observe the person once it came into effect and could feel what he was feeling.
And Harry's most prominent emotion right now was pain. And helplessness. And murder. He had at first wondered who had sparked such strong emotions in him but then when he had seen the address, he had understood and was furious and wanted to murder Dumbledore right now!
Where was his blasted family?! They needed to plan. Harry needed rescuing and he needed it NOW!
And they needed a foolproof plan quickly, before Harry did something rash.